It turneth itself as clay of a seal And they station themselves as clothed.
To take hold on the skirts of the earth, And the wicked are shaken out of it,
And withheld from the wicked is their light, And the arm lifted up is broken.
Covering himself `with' light as a garment, Stretching out the heavens as a curtain,
The abyss! as with clothing Thou hast covered it, Above hills do waters stand.